Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94155 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Honestly, I still would’ve freaked out. I appreciate his effort, though.
I sit up and stretch. My stomach immediately turns, and I run to the bathroom and dry heave into the toilet.
This keeps happening! I’ll wake up and suddenly feel like I’m going to be sick. I hope I’m not coming down with something. A stomach bug would make the next few days miserable.
I want to be able to enjoy Alaska. It would be a shame to waste our extra days together in bed with my head over a bucket.
The nausea passes quickly, just like it has every morning for the last week. Luckily, I didn’t feel like I was going to throw up yesterday when we woke up in the woods. My stomach had felt a little funky, but not bad enough to throw up.
I hope the guys haven’t noticed. I’ve tried to keep quiet when I’m dry heaving. They’ll worry about me if they hear me, and I don’t want that.
What am I going to do until the guys get back? I have a couple of hours to myself. I pull out my phone and start scrolling through social media, but a notification interrupts me. It’s from my period tracker app, reminding me to log the start of my period.
I drop my phone. Oh my God.
When was the last time I got my period? I can’t remember, but I’m pretty sure it’s been almost two months.
I’ve been so distracted by the guys that I haven’t been paying attention. How could I not notice that I missed my period?
My hand settles on my stomach. My heart is pounding in my chest. Is it possible that I’m…
It would explain so much, especially the nausea in the morning. And my breasts have felt more tender and sensitive than usual. I thought that was just because of how much attention they’ve been getting, but now I’m not so sure.
Then there are the cravings. I’ve always gotten cravings, usually when I’m about to start my period. Lately, though, they’ve been much worse. Like yesterday at the diner. I felt like I needed to have pie or I would die.
My stomach is in knots. This can’t be happening. I’m just imagining it.
I’ve been with Mark and John for a few months now, and we’ve had sex more times than I can count. We usually use protection, but there have been a few times when we’ve been in the heat of the moment and forgot about it. I never worried because I figured the chances were pretty low of me getting pregnant.
So much for that mentality! I should’ve made sure they used protection every time we slept together. Because I didn’t, I might be pregnant. I’m so young! I didn’t plan on having kids until after college, when I was settled down and married. This is not what I expected.
The keys to the rental car are sitting on the dresser. Only John is supposed to drive it since his name is on the agreement, but this is an emergency. I’m sure John would understand.
He doesn’t even have to know about my trip. The guys are gone until noon, so I can get to the grocery store and be back long before they even notice the car is gone.
Thank goodness they stayed at the hotel for their phone call. If I had to wait for them to finish their conversation, I think I’d go crazy.
I grab the keys and run out the door. I’m still in my pajamas, but I don’t care. I need to get out now. The sooner I know for sure, the better.
I remember the route to the grocery store, and it only takes me ten minutes to get there. Finding the tests is a different story. Why are grocery stores so confusing? I don’t want to ask anyone for help. It’s too embarrassing. I look like a scrub, frantically searching for a pregnancy test. Any clerk would judge me. Hell, I’m judging me.
Finally, I locate the tests. There’s a woman working one of the registers, so I go to her. I figure she’ll judge me the least. Aside from a sympathetic look, she doesn’t say or do anything about the test. She just tells me my total, puts it in a bag, and sends me on my way after I’ve paid.
Test procured, I head back to the hotel. I would rather be in the privacy of our suite than in a sketchy grocery store bathroom when I find out. I have an hour before the guys come back still. I’ll be able to take the test before they get back. If it’s negative, they never have to know about any of this.
If it’s positive, I have no idea what I’ll do. I’ll figure that out if I have to.
The instructions on the test are pretty clear. Pee on the stick, wait a few minutes, and read the result. I manage to get the pee part done, but the waiting part feels like it’s taking forever.